“It’s the end of the world as we know it,” The fella singing was earnest and angsty. The song was hopeful, punchy, and sincere. I loved it. I wanted to listen to it over and again. But I had no idea who it was. These were the wonder years of my musically formative youth. These were the 80’s.

A well-known Christian fella wrote an article within a week of the tragedy of Robin Williams’s death.
His approach was that of the veteran blogger “guardian of truth.” His title was catchy with just the right amount of controversy. His content was fair and boasted compassion without ever delivering. At least, that was my take.

It’s Christmas Eve and instead of dreaming of the best day of the year, the boy is in his bedroom agonizing over the universal question: Does God—sorry, I mean Santa Clause—really exist? He used to believe, but now…

When it comes to God, I think it’s astounding how greatly our lives are determined by what we believe. If we believe our Father is love and His love is perfected in His goodness, then we will trust. We will live in the expectation of a fuller more powerful life